"If you say that, I can't figure it out, but the evil star is hanging there! See for yourself, does its location correspond to Falong Mountain? Who dares to say that this is not the beginning of the catastrophe? of
As for how it evolved into a super catastrophe after this? Then I don’t know, maybe, the demons and monsters are crazy collectively, and then, declare war on the living? "
Mu Mu opened her hands and said that she couldn't predict this.
Her words were not convincing, and Jin Yuan and the others said they still need to observe.
With the three big black stars hanging in the middle of the sky, we can't even meditate.
I took out my phone and checked the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.
The battery life of the mobile phone is not bad, and it seems that it can last a few days.
"Brother Du, the black mist has changed."
Jin Yuan screamed suddenly.
"What's the change?" I hurriedly looked ahead, and when I saw it clearly, I felt that my eyes were dark, and I was fainted.
There was a flash of blood in the black mist, and the phantom of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain was faintly visible.
"Damn it, Ouyang Xun and their curse broke out, and the moral spiritual masters who sneaked into the mountain to explore the mountain were within 100 meters of their body at that time, so the curse was once again shaken!"
The words Qiu Tongchui blurted out made our hearts fall into the abyss.
As soon as I thought about it, I knew what he said was reasonable, otherwise he couldn't explain the black mist abnormality.
Looking up at the three black stars in the sky, I realized that the omen of the evil star is not a joke, it will cause disaster if not, and the flapping of the butterfly's wings may cause a hurricane, not to mention the forbidden curse of the spirit.
Uneven changes will cause strange things, and the scope of influence will rapidly increase.
Although the black fog has changed, the visibility has become higher. It can see through a distance of more than two hundred meters, and the high-altitude black stars can be seen clearly.
This is a blessing in misfortune!
As for why Hei Mist increased his visibility after the attack by the bloody sedan chair, it was beyond my imagination.
Regardless of the level of the curse amplitude, we have no choice but to wait here passively, anxiously like something, but there is nothing we can do.
It's already amplitude, what else can I do
Only soldiers came to cover the water and earth. God knows if he can survive tonight in this situation
Didn't expect the situation to get out of control to such a degree? Thousands of calculations are not as good as the heavens. I have tried my best to remind other wizards not to approach, but still can't stop the situation from developing in an unfavorable direction. How can it be
My heart is full of powerlessness.
"Brother, the concentration of Yin Qi here has increased by more than three times. The next time the attack is uneven, there will be a king-level Yin Ling. Look...?"
Mu Mu suddenly spoke, and the content was extremely shocking.
"Let's try, if we can't beat it, we can only run away!"
The coffin pushed the frame of the glasses, turned his head to look at Jin Yuan and said, "You have heard that, we will try our best, but we will not put our lives here, you should be mentally prepared, the distance between two points is getting closer and closer. "
Jin Yuan's face looked ugly like a dusty wall, but he nodded and didn't say much.
This was agreed in advance, **Fuluo couldn't force Yin Ling to be cannon fodder, besides, once the king-level Yin Ling descended, even if Mu Mu and the coffin were desperate, it would be of no avail.
The level difference is too big, the comparison of strength is too wide, and it can't be leveled by skill or ordinary external force.
We can all understand the coffin.
If it hadn't been for the two of them to hold the blood sedan chair, we might have become bones.
I can't ask for more.
The big guy fell into an unspeakable silence, and I simply closed my eyes and calmed down.
Since you are destined to face a more intense attack, first adjust your mental head to the best condition. At least, you must have desperate power, right
It's not my character to sit still.
There is always something to do.
I don’t care about entering samādhi. The danger has increased greatly. It is not a time to worry about safety and trust. Only when entering samādhi can I practice the eight-style mudra of the ancient Zen Buddhism in my mind.
It is not happy to sharpen the knife before the battle, and it is said that he hugs the Buddha's foot before the battle, hoping that these two old sayings will work well.
Mobilize the relic mental power to bless your brain power, and rehearse the first type of wisdom fist imprint in your mind over and over again.
It's still uncontrollable, but I'm not irritable at all.
Life and death are waiting in the front. At this moment, it's useless to be anxious. Calmness is the kingly way.
In this way, the drill continues over and over again, never
I can control the elasticity of the tendon, but I can barely control it. After a long time, I don't feel it anymore. Anyway, it is very long!
The passage of time in consciousness seems to be out of sync with the outside world. I practice it thousands of times in consciousness, and the outside world may only have passed a few minutes. This kind of practice is very high-end, but I will do it inexplicably. It can only be attributed to the mystery of the big mudra. NS.
In this state, I gradually forgot where I was, even who I was.
Repeating the consciousness exercise process mechanically, it doesn't matter if you are unfamiliar, you will be proficient sooner or later by doing it over and over again.
In this mentality, I entered the realm of forgetting things.
This is a realm that the mages all dream of wanting to reach, and it is impossible to achieve.
The death crisis irritated me, and there was only one thought in my heart: "Even for my wife and daughter, I have to live!"
I dare not imagine how regretful life would be if the two daughters had lost their father
Even if a girl who is not loved by her father grows up, she will have psychological problems. For the future of her daughter, I have to live.
At a certain moment, there was a thud in my heart, and a message appeared in my consciousness.
"Congratulations, all the eight great mudra of the ancient Zen Buddhism have been completed, and I hope that you will continue to work hard to achieve success as soon as possible.
The message came very abruptly, but it reached the bottom of my heart very clearly.
"All the eight-style handprints are small? In other words, they can be motivated? Really, God helps me too!" The feeling of great joy filled my heart.
Suddenly, I realized something was wrong. Such excitement would inevitably destroy the current practice atmosphere. Only in this unavoidable atmosphere can I practice the eight-style Mahamudra to the point of being small. It is conceivable that after leaving the special atmosphere. , Inevitably fall into the trap of spiritual practice.
"No, calm down!"
I yelled desperately, but to no avail, my brain shook again and again, and the next moment I woke up from the concentration.
With my eyes closed and leaning against the cold stone wall of the Bodhi Terrace, I felt regretful in my heart.
Just a little bit, if you can stabilize your mind, you can continue to stop in the weird atmosphere, and practice all the Mahamudra to the realm of Dacheng in one rush. Wouldn't you be able to come into contact with the mysterious and unpredictable spells? what a shame.
"Brother Du, what's the matter with you? Wake up soon."
Someone is shaking me.
(End of this chapter)